As I sat under the tree in the coolness of the evening, thoughts about my kid started to drift into prayer. As a parent I always wanted what I thought was best for them. But they were struggling. Struggling with self worth, with who they are, but most of all just wanting to feel loved. I felt like I had been praying the same prayer over and over with no results. Once again I prayed that God would be with them and they would experience His love. My heart was so heavy...
I felt the breeze across my face and heard the rustling of the leaves as I closed my eyes just for a moment hoping maybe this time my prayer would be heard. Then I saw in my minds eye a figure that I recognized as my child, just sitting on their bed. Not far off was the silhouette of another figure which I couldn't quite make out, but was standing there watching over.
I watched as my child lowered their head and I could almost hear the sound from their sobs as their shoulders shook as a result of their obvious pain. My heart broke...
I found myself begging God to do something to help ease their pain and then something happened as He allowed me to watch. This figure went over and sat beside my child and wrapped its arms around them in an embrace that radiated extreme warmth and love. My child was held close until the sobs quieted and the shoulders stopped shaking and they finally lay down and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
In the glow of that love I recognized that face. Jesus looked at me with compassion and love wanting me to know He does hear my prayers...
I opened my eyes and as I sat under the tree in the coolness of the evening I felt peace knowing God was indeed answering my prayers. 
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